That quiet ritual of glancing up and finding her again. Sometimes framed between buildings, over rooftops, sometimes veiled in mist, always somehow there.
The Eiffel Tower isn’t just a landmark it's a constant in the skyline, changing with every hour and every mood of the city. In the morning, it gleams; by dusk, it glows like a heartbeat.
To take the photo is to pause and remember why we fall in love with Paris, not for its perfection but for its persistence, its quiet beauty.
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